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.The Indian name Lenni Lenape means "Original People." From this, according to Dr.Egghead, theState Historian, "it can be clearly seen that the word original, occurring in both instances, proves theclaim.""No deed of transfer or record of sale from Chief Rancocas or the Lenni Lenape Indians can be foundin the Trenton Courthouse files or archives," said the State Recorder of Deeds at this fateful meeting lastnight."Therefore it must be concluded that the entire state of New Jersey still belongs to the originalowners."Before I could finish reading, Madison slapped it on the desk.His eyes glowed."The next day afterthat story, the Whiz Kid is going to order the original settlers out.After that we can get the IndianBureau, Department of the Interior, on it and we can have another Battle of Wounded Knee and get aheadline for every Federal marshal killed.And next week the Whiz Kid will escape by robbing a train."That startled me.I said, "Where does this train come from? What's it doing here?"Madison sat back with a superior smile.Rather pitying."Please see somebody about your memory,Smith.I distinctly told you a long time ago that I am trying to create the Jesse James image.Don't yourecall? It's the best immortal one handy.You just don't understand public relations work, Smith."He had needled me too much.I said, "Listen, Madison.I came down to tell you that the Whiz Kid isbehind this women's-right-to-not-be-thermonuclear-bombed bill.It's coming right up before the UNSecurity Council.He got it through the General Assembly using whores to lobby for it."Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Is that a fact?" said Madison, idly.I put a bite in my voice."Yes, it is! And you better get to workon it!""Nope," said Madison."It doesn't fit the image." "But my Gods!" I said."It's the TRUTH!" Madisongave an amused laugh."Truth? What does PR have to do with truth, Smith? News today isentertainment.Ask NBC, CBS, ABC, ask all the major papers.They'll tell you.News is the biggestentertainment draw in the world.Now let me ask you, how can you entertain anybody by telling thetruth? Preposterous! No, Smith, you just don't understand the modern media at all.Let's leave this sort ofthing up to me, shall we? And then we'll have 18-point MADISON SCORES AGAIN exclamation pointunquote."Acidly, I said, "You forgot the front quote." He said, "So I did.Rewrite: 18-point quote get the hellout of here, Smith, and let me do my job!"It was no wonder they called him J.Warbler Madman.I left before he started frothing at the mouth.Even rabies was tame compared to the bite of PR men and the media.But I was worried.None of them really seemed to get the danger in that UN bill.If the SecurityCouncil passed it, Rockecenter would lose all his thermonuclear profit.The Octopus Oil monopoly onuranium claims would be worthless.Lombar would be raving.And even worse, that Miss Simmonswould be slobbering all over Heller as a prize hero.I was worried!I paced.Then INSPIRATION!I would go and see Miss Simmons!Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlPART FORTY-TWOChapter 1I leaped aboard an AA train and soon was speeding north.My rendezvous with destiny would set offa chain reaction even Heller would be powerless to stop.The roar, roar, roar of the pounding wheels carried me relentlessly forward, oblivious of the churningcrowd.At last I was in action.My mission of vengeance would be fulfilled.Blood, red blood, would paythe awful price of putting me through the agonies which had spent my energies and lacerated my soul.At 116th Street I sprang off.With stern and unrelenting face I made my way to Empire University.I found Miss Simmons in the Puppet Building of the Teachers College.She was sitting at a classroomdesk.She had a wild look in her eyes as well she might, haunted and destroyed by that villain Heller.She didn't have her glasses on and I knew very well she couldn't see without them.They lay upon herdesk and I covertly laid a book upon them as I sat down."I'm from the Morning Press," I said."I've come to interview you about the Antinuclear ProtestMarchers' reaction to the UN bill on women's thermonuclear rights."She peered at me.She said, "If they don't pass it, we're going to blow the UN up, New York PoliceTactical Police Force or no New York Police Tactical PoliceForce.I am president of the marchers now and what I say GOES!" She looked for her glasses,couldn't find them.Then she added, "And you can quote me."Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"There are black forces at work behind that bill," I said."I'll hear no talk against minority groups," she said."The Harlem 'I-Will-Arise' Burial Society is rightbehind us to the grave." She patted around, still looking for her glasses."Haven't I seen you someplacebefore? In the psychiatric ward, maybe?""You have indeed," I said."We're fellow revolutionaries.I am from the PLO, actually.The MorningPress is just my agent cover.""Then we can talk freely," said Miss Simmons."Thermonuclear bombing has got to stop even if wedestroy the whole world to do it.Didn't I meet you in Psychology 13?""You did indeed," I said."I sat right behind you and cheered you on all the way.""Then your name is Throgapple," she said."I always remember my classmates.""Correct," I said.She was patting around trying to find her glasses again so I thought I had better distract her."Whatare you teaching here?" I said, pretending to indicate the book, but actually moving it so her glassesdropped off the desk into my hand."Postgraduate deportment," she said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]